All Drakes

[Intro]
I keep tellin' you the same fuckin' thing about things, man
You always tellin' me, man
What the fuck is the use of havin' soldiers if you can't use 'em?
That's why I'm Rico, that's why I do what I do, nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1]
We gon' make it industry, or in the streets
I told bro fry the block if it's any beef
We send them birds through the air, these niggas sendin' tweets
Come and light your crib up like it's Christmas Eve
Yeah, I moved out of the hood and I miss my fiend
Hide your ho, I done fucked every bitch I seen
I ain't seen a fast turtle or a bitch I need
Three hundred racks in two months, nigga, this shit easy
Was raised in the ghetto, boy, nigga, this for Peezy
Them bitches seventeen-five, somebody call Jeezy
Niggas ain't have no faith in me, I made 'em believe it
Bro, like how you playin' quarterback, but you really receiver?

[Chorus]
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them niggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them niggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid

[Verse 2]
All these drugs, I abuse 'em, bitches, I excuse 'em
What's the point of a nigga havin' soldiers and don't use 'em?
Kill a nigga with his mama, fuck a nigga, yeah, I'm ruthless
She say she love me, but got a nigga, she confusin'
Still payin' one-fifty for a pill, I'm 'bout to move in
If one nigga went out of the count, the whole crew in
Your bitch bought her own flight back, but she got flew in
Two bitches sittin' in my coupe, I feel like Lou Williams
They don't wanna pay that hood fee, make 'em move then
And I'ma split the bag with my dog when the food in
Heard her old nigga lame, she textin' me she need a new man
I hit him in his head, now his picture on the news, damn

[Chorus]
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them niggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid
Hit your block broad day, big opp, small K
Toosie Slide on them niggas, we hop out with all Dracs
Boy, don't touch none of these men, on my mama, we all made
I got twenty-seven killers on my line, they all paid